allendalepharm Chapter 204, Section 101: The Immortal
Chapter 204, Section 101: The Immortal
Chapter 204, Section 101: The Immortal
"What are you doing!"
"Of course, I'll help you hold this guy off!"
Thomas Jr. lowered his voice.
"Haven't you noticed how smoothly things have gone? With the commotion you've caused today, the vengeful court can't possibly remain silent. But aside from those three-legged kittens, have you seen a single sharp claw?"
"I understand. I assigned Chato to Wayne Manor to guard the house in case of any potential dangers."
"Isn't it to keep me out?" Thomas Jr. retorted.
"Uh—you were already on the blacklist."
"Bruce, you bastard!"
The shadowy figure carrying the scythe listened quietly to the brothers' conversation. He knew, of course, that Night Owl was just a scapegoat, but so what? Taking care of him wouldn't take much time.
"Have you decided which Bruce will deal with me, or will both of them come at me together?"
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"I'm enough!"
Pushed and shoved by Thomas, Qin Wei stopped worrying about whether to stay or leave, turned his head and ran towards the depths of the corridor.
After confirming that Qin Wei had left, Night Owl frowned beneath his mask.
In order to deal with the court, he secretly investigated a lot of information, including Claw.
Traditionally, Claw is a resurrected killer implanted with amber gold, but this does not include the original Claw.
After all, technological iteration takes time. Before amber gold was developed, the court used a more brutal method to create a claw—soaked in Dionysus factor.
As the saying goes, the greater the risk, the greater the reward. After being soaked, the minds and faces of the claws are severely distorted, but their ability to gain is much stronger than simple self-healing.
They are immortal; even if they are cut into pieces, as long as one cell survives, they can rapidly regenerate and differentiate in a short period of time.
This power that defied the gods even made the court feel threatened, which led to the creation of the amber-gold composite version of the claws. Having weaknesses makes them easier to control.
After weighing the pros and cons, the court ultimately chose to keep the immortal. Firstly, the person had demonstrated sufficient loyalty over the years, and secondly, the court needed top-notch combat power to guard against unforeseen circumstances.
For example, tonight, without this powerful immortal being in charge, the court would never have been able to unleash its claws.
And this immortal being is standing right in front of Thomas Jr., Uriah Boone, who will become the Night Owl's inescapable nightmare tonight.
It was precisely because Night Owl understood the other party that he stepped forward in place of Qin Wei at this critical juncture.
In such a narrow place, with such an agile enemy, if Qin Wei were standing here, he would surely have suffered greatly at the hands of Yuria.
Thomas Jr. felt he should be able to put up a fight.
Qin Wei crawled through the ventilation vent into Thomas's office on the 99th floor of the Wayne Tower. He thought the Joker would set up some surprises behind the door, but when he entered the room, he found nothing there.
Behind the door was nothing but emptiness. In the center of the office, there was nothing but a chair that restrained Barbara. As if afraid that Qin Wei would suspect something was amiss, Joseph even thoughtfully rolled up the blanket and threw it in the corner.
Qin Wei had reason to believe that the surprise Joseph had prepared for him was that mysterious figure, Yong Shengli—
Claw Yuria Boon.
Such speculation is not unfounded. Qin Wei encountered several formidable opponents, including Deathstroke and the Second Joker.
William the Claw was a role deliberately arranged for him by the Joker, and after defeating powerful enemies, his abilities and willpower both grew significantly.
"You bastard, are you trying to play the raising-a-child game with me?!"
While cursing, Qin Wei pinched the face of the unconscious Barbara. Only after confirming that she was not a clown in disguise did he untie the girl.
The rescue operation went so smoothly that it was unlike anything Batman should have been given.
"Mr. Fox, Mr. Fox?"
When Qin Wei called Lucius to prepare for the evacuation plan, he found that there was no response. He tried calling Tim, but the result was the same.
His heart skipped a beat.
What's bound to happen will happen; the bat's plan can't possibly go so smoothly!
Activating the backup plan, Qin Wei, carrying Barbara, hid behind his desk and took out a control panel about the size of a Little Tyrant game card from the side of his belt.
"Should we switch to manual driving mode?"
"Yes." Hearing the notification sound from the helmet, he selected to confirm.
"Manual driving mode has been activated."
As the notification tone ended, a 3D virtual flight path map lit up in front of Qin Wei's eyes.
After some tapping and pressing on the control panel, a growing engine noise accompanied the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding the office, causing them to resonate and vibrate. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the dark jet fighter hovering outside the window.
This is the same plane Lucius used to rescue the brothers. After the mission was accomplished, it was hidden at the bottom of the Gotham River until today when it was fully charged and put back into service.
"Since you're here, come in, have a seat, and have some tea."
Qin Wei muttered to himself, pushed the joystick forward, and the tail of the fighter jet instantly spewed out blazing flames. Under the powerful thrust, the nose of the fighter jet pierced through the glass curtain wall and crashed into the office.
The Venta trembled violently from the impact.
To be fair, Qin Wei is quite suited to be a driver in the Middle East.
They carried the girl into the cockpit, and then it was time to evacuate.
Qin Wei hesitated for a while at this critical juncture, but in the end he took control of the fighter jet and left, while he went back to support Thomas.
The fighting had subsided for a while, and as soon as he stepped out of the room, he smelled a bloody odor.
What amount of bleeding could produce such a strong smell of blood? It seems the owl is in a bad situation.
Thinking of this, Qin Wei hurried towards the scene of the incident. Just as he was about to cross a fork in the road, a strange sense of unease suddenly gripped his heart. It felt as if someone had a knife pointed at his forehead, and the nerves between his brows were constantly tightening.
Qin Wei almost instinctively pulled his foot back, and at the same time, a bloodstained scythe slashed down, grazing the tip of his nose.
Immediately afterwards, a hand with curled fingers slapped towards his chest from the darkness.
Qin Wei tried to raise his hands to block, but before he could even lift his arms, the speed of the palm strike suddenly increased.
boom!
The swift palm strike landed on his chest, its powerful impact forcefully breaking through the shock absorption and protection of the high-tech armor, penetrating his skin and ribs, severely injuring his heart and lungs.
Qin Wei spat out a mouthful of blood and slammed his back against the corridor wall, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.
With just one blow, he realized the vast difference in power between himself and his enemy, not just by a single order of magnitude, and this was even with the armor enhancing his defense. His opponent, though seemingly slender, possessed strength and speed surpassing even Thomas, who was aided by his exoskeleton armor; he was undoubtedly the most formidable opponent Qin Wei had ever encountered.
To make matters worse, his opponent seemed unwilling to waste words with him. After spinning the scythe handle around his waist, he raised it again, and the sharp blade slashed diagonally down towards his left shoulder.
With no way to avoid it, Qin Wei had no choice but to press the liquid nitrogen injection button on his belt. Unlike when fighting other Claws, where he conserved his ammunition, this time he turned the power up to the maximum to save his life.
Liquid nitrogen froze the blade, spreading along the metal grip and instantly turning the opponent's exposed forearms into ice blocks.
Click!
With a crisp cracking sound, Yuria's arms were torn off by the inertia of swinging the scythe, and he fell to the ground, shattering into ice shards.
"Um?"
He let out a short exclamation of surprise, and Qin Wei took advantage of the other's momentary daze to kick out.
But before his knee was fully straightened, it was blocked by the opponent with one hand.
How could that be! He's not—
Qin Wei was still fighting with the mindset of fighting the claws, unaware that Yuria's immortality was not affected by the low temperature at all, and the burgeoning vitality of the green of all things that had nowhere to go healed his wounds almost instantly.
Qin Wei acted decisively, immediately turning his gaze to the sickle lying on the ground.
As Uriah bent down to pick it up, he kicked the deadly weapon into the darkness beforehand.
He paid a heavy price for this.
Seeing that he couldn't kill his opponent, Yuria immediately changed tactics. He braced himself with one hand on the ground while raising both legs, kicking Qin Wei in the neck. The latter let out a muffled groan and fell heavily to the ground like a sack of potatoes thrown into a truck by a porter.
This powerful blow caused Qin Wei to suffer intracranial hemorrhage. The epidural hematoma caused immediate neurological dysfunction and electrolyte imbalance, leading to uncontrollable muscle spasms throughout his body.
What's even more despairing is that Uriah is still closing in step by step.
Dragging his heavily injured body, Qin Wei understood that at this moment, let alone killing his opponent, he couldn't even escape. The only way to turn the tide was that!
Trembling, he reached for his waist, but before he could press the button on the left, Uriah appeared before him like a ghost and grabbed his belt.
"You don't think the same trick will work on me twice, do you?"
Uriah finally spoke, his extremely cold aura accompanied by intense hostility washing over us.
His hands clenched tighter and tighter amidst the cracking of his knuckles, and the belt in his palm shattered little by little with the popping noise.
Finally, with a loud bang, the hydraulic tank hidden in the belt was crushed by Yuria with brute force.
To the surprise of this primal claw, what erupted from the belt was not liquid nitrogen, but a stream of orange-yellow gas.
What is this thing?!
The cautious Uriah immediately covered his nose and retreated, but he clearly underestimated the "fear gas" that Dr. Klein was researching. Knowing that Qin Wei was going to break into the Tower of Venn, Lucius still did not dismantle the gas, which was enough to prove that the gas was an extremely reliable weapon in Lucius's mind.
And just as he thought, this substance, even if it didn't enter through the respiratory tract, would be quickly absorbed through the skin and seep into the bloodstream. The trick that Thomas had previously disdained to use became the secret weapon that saved Qin Wei.
Yuria shook his increasingly hazy mind. In his eyes, the once straight corridor suddenly began to writhe, and the hard walls turned into wrinkled intestinal walls.
Poison gas can evoke and amplify the darkest fears within everyone, and Uriah, before becoming Claw Killer, was a down-on-his-luck gold prospector. After venturing deep into the American West with his companions and getting lost in the wilderness for a week, in despair, he disemboweled his dead comrade.
Even though he had become the ultimate life form, the shadow of devouring his own kind still hovered over Yuraia.
In a daze, he saw one corpse after another emerging from the folds of his intestinal wall. Some were skeletons, while others were half-corroded corpses by stomach acid. They dragged their bodies, stretched out their arms, and rushed toward him, their mouths still echoing with hoarse, dry breaths.
Qin Wei's convulsions gradually subsided, but he was still not out of danger of intracranial hemorrhage. The most urgent task was to undergo surgery as soon as possible to release the intracranial hemorrhage.
Just as Uriah was gripped by fear and running around like a headless fly, a pair of hands reached under his armpits and lifted him up.
"How are you?"
Thomas's voice sounded beside him. Qin Wei turned his head to look, and his pupils trembled involuntarily when he saw what the other person looked like. The other person's body was covered with a layer of sticky scabs, and there were more than a dozen wounds of various sizes exposed in his sight. Some were penetrating wounds, and some were lacerations that exposed the muscle tissue. No wonder there was such a strong smell of blood in the air.
The men in the Wayne family are all tanks; even such a massive amount of blood loss couldn't break Isaiah Thomas.
Meanwhile, on Naihe Island.
Lei Xiaogu opened the door to the cliffside cabin next to the harbor.
The guy standing at the door surprised him.
"Teacher, it's been twenty years since we last met." Bain's tall and burly figure blocked the door completely, and without waiting for Lei Xiaogu's invitation, he bent down and walked into the house.
It wasn't until Bane had fully entered the house that Rayshaw saw the barren fields outside, covered with owls.
They were silent and solemn, their eyes flashing with a cold light that flickered intermittently in the downpour.
Night of the Owls has finally returned to Gotham.
Lei Xiaogu had a premonition, but he never expected that despite his years of hiding his identity and keeping a low profile, he would still be found by the other party in the end.
Hiding and running away solves nothing. If Lei Xiaogu could regain even a tenth of the confidence and killing intent he had when he was young and choose to cooperate with Qin Wei, he might not be able to eradicate the Court of Owls now, but at least he wouldn't be being so arrogantly attacked by his opponents.
"Bane, I know you're here for revenge. Promise me you'll release Talia and my grand-disciple, and you can take my head anytime."
"Teacher, don't be foolish! Cutting the weeds out at the root was the first lesson you taught us back then."
Bain looked down and surveyed the room, his heavy body making the wooden planks beneath his feet creak.
"So, you're going to reject my offer?"
Lei Xiaogu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, while sensing the killing intent within a hundred meters. He clearly detected the aura of several powerful individuals, but not the ominous aura originating from the claws of the immortal.
"Ha! Yuria didn't come?"
"Although I am old and my skills are no longer what they used to be, it would be a bit disrespectful to my old bones not to send him to deal with me."
Lei Xiaogu dragged over a chair and sat down in front of Bain, crossing his arms and looking up at his unworthy disciple.
"Teacher, we don't need Uriah. I can handle you today."
Bain's voice was rough, like rubbing two marbles together. His face was hidden in the shadow of the candlelight, and the sinewy muscles and veins of his body gradually swelled as his aura rose.
"You? You're too weak!"
Lei Xiaogu shook his head. The martial arts he had learned allowed him to accurately perceive the flow of energy within the human body, and in his perception, his unworthy disciple Bain's strength didn't even rank among the top five present.
"Over the years, apart from getting much bigger, your skills have hardly improved at all."
Lei Xiaogu's emotions gradually calmed down. There were a total of 138 claws outside the house, including 4 powerful ones.
He no longer has the ability to escape unscathed, but he is still more than capable of covering Talia's retreat.
But soon, one of Bain's actions caused his relaxed brows to furrow again.
Suddenly, the jar on Bane's back began to glow with an increasingly intense light. Then, a large mass of liquid was pumped into his head through a tube. At the same time, Bane's aura rose like a rocket, until even Lei Xiaogu trembled at his power.
"Teacher, times have changed!"
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Bain clenched his fists, the crackling sound echoing like sparks in the room.
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